Flights of black horseman soar over churches

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain

None of them can see the clouds, the polished wings don't care

Animal ways through the hazy dreams full of pain

Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground

It all turns around, in the end

The voices sound deadly, sometimes I hear

Echoes of empires, spread throughout the sky

Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground

It all turns around, in the end

Flights of black horseman soar over churches

Pursued by an army of birds in the rain

Wings wetted down, stumbling on the ground

It all turns around, in the end